I can be easily told apart
by the shiny sweat of my brow
toiling their gardens
-
My broken English
is what little I offer
to be heard
so as to feed my stomach
with what pittance I earn
Aware I am a question mark
to some, and an unwanted
to others, I have made peace
with indignity - for dignity
I cannot afford
My mother tongue
meets no familiar faces
My story is here
and nowhere -
I am a foreigner
far from home
Far, and in between